Questioning Why
Last night Sawyer asked me a question I’ve been waiting for since we first told him about his autism diagnosis: ” Momma, why do some kids in a family have autism and some don’t?”
Last night Sawyer asked me a question I’ve been waiting for since we first told him about his autism diagnosis: ” Momma, why do some kids in a family have autism and some don’t?”
I have added a few really helpful links to the Resources page for those who may be looking for information about autism, or where to find services or even grants for equipment!
I have been asked several times since starting this blog if I am worried that I’m sharing too much about Sawyer, or our life as a family. And honestly, sometimes I do worry about that. But the goal of this blog has and will always be to share our experiences as an autism family as a means of encouraging autism awareness and understanding.
Like a lot of people, I love spreading the word when I find something that I think is awesome. Whether it’s a great recipe, a new makeup item I can’t live without, a super cute shirt that’s flattering and affordable, or a product that makes life easier for me and my family.
Sawyer may be outgrowing my lap, but in my heart he will always be my baby boy.
With the rates of autism diagnosis skyrocketing, I feel that autism training should be required for anyone who has to deal with the public, but specially for those in law enforcement.
The last few weeks in our house have been hard, y’all. Trigger warning: This post will discuss self harm. I’ve
After giving it a lot of thought, I’ve decided to move to Tennessee. Not only will it allow me to be at more of Caitlyn’s events and competitions, it will bring my children back together and give Sawyer more time to spend with his dad.
Yesterday, my son stood up in front of a classroom of his peers and apologized for being alive. As a mother, I cannot find the words to fully explain how it felt to hear my 11-year-old son say those words. It’s heart-shattering and terrifying, and it’s a feeling no parent should ever have to feel.
Most of the time, Sawyer is my easy going happy-go-lucky kid who is full of laughter and hugs. But sometimes he has days like this- days where something as small as losing his pencil can set him off and send him into a downward spiral- and it’s sad, and hard, and ugly.